West Kunlun scenic spots, wonderful true air, Yaochi Jintai.

A bronze bell the size of a hundred zhang is imprinted in the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, and thousands of gods have their own reason and posture. The truth is intertwined and evolved, hanging above the glow of the golden platform, shining brightly. The smoke of the high platform is misty, and the purple mist in the sacred mountain is boundless.

A sacred statue sits on top of the bell, and its fingers lightly tap the lines between the copper walls, as if looking for some special and wonderful track.

"Hmmm..."

There are two sacred birds, one red and one green, with a body of hundreds of zhang, constantly crying around the bronze bell. Between the two wings stretched, there were thousands of feet wide, rolling up the wind and thunder, stirring the mountains and land in all directions, and the whirring and long whistling sound was endless.

"It's too much of an eyesore..."

Cangli glanced at the two divine birds shuttling through the clouds and mist, and said slowly.

Immediately, the casual two fingers buckled slightly, flexed and stretched, and struck the bronze bell inscription under the seat.

"Bell..."

Under the tap of this finger, the thousands of god shapes on the bell wall also rotated and changed their shapes.

A graphic imprint of a 'stone gate' is formed by the convergence of many god forms. A breath like 'sky' and 'meaning' suddenly appeared and disappeared in a flash.

A figure between the virtual and the real, more and more tall, emerges from the 'stone gate' brand on the body of the bell, each with its own charm and Taoism. The phantom corresponds to three thousand, no more, no less, and there are also three thousand, among which the faces are mostly like innate sacredness.

"Cry..."

The blue bird screams sadly, the red bird cries softly, or the green or red divine feathers, stained with chalcedony-like blood, the drops are round and rolling down, floating on the Yaochi jade platform below the nine clouds.

Under the impact of the Hongmeng Divine Bell Derivation 'Tianwei Gate' and the idea of the Three Thousand Great Roads. These two Jintai Divine Birds suddenly had soft flesh and bones, broken muscles and bones, and their hearts and spiritual consciousness were as if they had been bombarded again and again by three thousand hammers, and their spirits were scattered.

"Brother Dao, as a Divine Venerable, is it difficult to be angry with these humble ants?"

"Well, let's have a fight... Can. ”

Jintai Yao Pond, Tianchi swayed, rippling layer by layer.

In the Golden Hall of the Jade Pavilion, a voice slowly came, as if he was high up, the god of the gods.

A stream of blue light spreads from the Golden Palace, containing vigorous vitality, hidden in the magic of 'immortality' and 'immortality'.

In a moment, it has already covered the boundless scenery of Yao Pond. Like the waves of the sea, it drowned the blue birds and red birds that fell to Jintai.

"Don't dare... Can't... I don't want to cause trouble. ”

"It's just that you don't come and go... Thanks to the 'Four Swords' given by Taoist friends... However, there are comings and goings, and it is right. ”

Cangli's voice was low, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and if there was a thunder sound, it would beat and roll.

These four sword lights are deadly, and the moves are terrifying.

Each sword light brought him a different surprise.

Although it is full of deep malice and can destroy the gods, it also makes him realize a lot of mysteries.

Especially the fourth sword, it doesn't cut the heart, it doesn't cut the body, but it cuts the years...

Thousands of eons in the upper Shuo, and future calamities in the lower Shuo... The most dangerous, the most sinister...

If it weren't for the previous body and this life in his divine soul, his consciousness would be mixed and would not be round.

This sword, instead of harming the fundamental Dao foundation of Cangli, made him truly penetrate the previous and present lives under the penetrating divine sound of the Hongmeng Bell, get rid of the troubles of the consciousness of the previous body, and cut off the mortal dust in his heart.

The heart of the Divine Dao is in harmony with the Tao of the Innate Cangshen Mixed Cave Taiyi, and the only one has been achieved... The Way of the One.

The One, the One, the Supreme...

He is now the true innate divine posture.

Fang is the way of the heart and the innate cangyin mixed hole Taiyi, the way of the acquired Miluo to the true nature of the body, the source of the Shinto... Cangli's.

The mediocrity and indecisiveness of humility have been abandoned, and the interference of the consciousness of the predecessor has been eliminated, leaving only the ruthlessness and apathism of the road of the road.

"I have a song 'Tianwen'... Wangjun tasting. ”

Cangli's indifferent gaze, through the golden palace pavilion, faced the proud and noble supreme goddess.

"Boom..."

As the bell rang, a strange rhythm swirled in the void.

The rhythm is faint, as if there is a 'providence' to accompany it.

On the inscription of the bronze bell, thousands of divine forms have evolved into true form divinity one by one, affecting the three thousand innate ways of existence.

A divine true form manifests out, and the innate thoughts of the Tao dominate one side.

This is the great magic power obtained after rehearsing the Hongmeng Divine Bell in the 'Gate of Tianwei'. Collected by the 'Gate of Tianwei', wandering between the sacred Dao thoughts of heaven and earth Xuanhuang. And based on this, he evolved the true form of gods and demons and suppressed all enemies.

On the white jade turtle platform, on the golden cloud seat, Yaoguang slowly got up and stood.

The delicate and rounded fingers swept over the heaven and earth artifact, which represents the concept of Daqian Hongmeng's 'division', the Dividing Scene Divine Sword, with calm and elegant movements.

The innate thoughts contain different Tao rhymes, and the power is also different, and some are even mutually restrained and accommodated.

On the Jade Pavilion of the Golden Palace, pieces of glazed jade tiles, under the pressure of innate thoughts, twisted into wisps of five-colored fly ash.

made the big jade pavilion turtle platform, in a moment, fall apart.

The jade steps shattered, the ladder was crossed, the golden pillar fell down, and the prosperity of one side fell into ruins in an instant.

Only a goddess stood with a sword in the wreckage of the palace, and there was not the slightest embarrassment. is still so peerless, sassy and heroic.

“... It's just a façade..."

Shaking the light smiled coldly, and the cold light of the divine sword in his hand changed, hitting, stabbing, checking, washing, and the sword light turned a hundred times. The hundred and ten innate thoughts that roamed in the void around him were shattered one by one under the heavy sword light.

Although he was disdainful on the surface, his jade hand, which was like frost and snow, was unconsciously clenched slightly. It can be seen that under the pressure of the three thousand thoughts, he is not so relaxed.

“... Boom..."

Cangli still didn't say a word, but kept bending his fingers to strike the divine bell, and the wisps of Dao thought were endless.

Now he is one in his heart, unmoved by external things, and not pleased with himself. All words and deeds are based on the avenue and the heart.

The three thousand innate Dao thoughts, intertwined in the immeasurable void, converged into a divine mountain void form, as if to suppress all the laws and principles of Daqian Hongmeng.

Even if more than 100 Dao thoughts were shattered by the Shaking Light and the Splitting Divine Sword, as long as the heaven and earth still existed, and the innate Dao still existed, the power of that Dao Thought would be inexhaustible, and the number of three thousand would last forever, and it would not disappear or grind.

A billion-foot immeasurable sacred mountain is immeasurable, intertwined with the strongest Dao rhyme and divine rules, and the vast void above the Jintai Yao Pond.